Caricatures
Bad mouthing others,
Seems to be always done by those...
Who believe they are on the rise,
Of some social circuit acceptance.
Until they realize,
They have become caricatures...
In an environment of people,
Seeking only to be entertained.
No interest is given,
To create or leave anything that sustains...
Or maintains an historic substance.
Unless what is being created,
'Is' historic and valued as having substance.
And that usually is not determined,
By those staring at entrances and exits...
To approve the arrival of who enters.
With a glance of a nearby clock to acknowledge,
The exact time someone who is talked about...
Leaves and with whom,
If not alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Just Haven't Discovered That Yet
'Mommie?
What is substance and quality?
We've been given an assigment,
To describe what it is in an essay.'
Substance is something one wishes to have,
When a missing of a quality has been overpriced.
'I see.
So...
In other words,
You're telling me...
You have no clue either.'
What did your father say about it?
'He said,
Substance is something sacrificed...
When the quality of it has been diminished,
To the getting of it only lasting for two minutes.'
Go tell your father,
He need not worry about the quality of the substance,
Any longer.
'Why is it,
When I ask you two a question...
The answers have nothing to do,
With my assignment.'
They do.
And they will.
You just haven't discovered that yet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty As The Air
A life of substance, is always one that is desired.
But what of the substance you speak of?
How do you define it?
For ones man's junk is another man's treasure.
Substance is what we make of it.
Leading an interesting life in the gallows, could be considered a life of substance if that is what he desires.
Are you trying say he is saying pity me I have not lived an interesting life, one full of life changing, learning, and ever different experiences?
Do go on, as we investigate the brain.
Put it under some light.
What is really their?
Hmm, I can only wonder.
Maybe it is something empty as the air.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Conceit
Conceit,
And the explicit unconsciousness of it.
Is not noticed by those seeking adulation.
They are on the scene,
To ensure others are aware of their presence.
And if a bullhorn used is not effective...
Methods to gain attention by insults expressed,
Is the only way they can leave long lasting impressions.
Even though nothing else is left addressed.
Like something valued with substance to profess.
But nothing from their lips,
Probes below a shallowness to expose that kind of 'depth'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grateful To Them For This
I've earned the right to make my own decisions.
And to decide what I like and dislike.
I 'try' not to give unsolicited opinions.
And the passing of judgement,
I rarely do.
What does my critique expressed,
Satisfy or improve?
For many years,
I've known what had created my past headaches.
And when I recognize them coming,
I head the other way.
To save them a sniff or a lifting of their nose.
Where I come from...
There are many in number of those with upturned noses.
It took me a long time to understand,
Not to waste my time seeking acceptance.
Because people who perceive someone seeks,
Their acceptance...
It gives them validation to believe themselves,
Better than anyone else.
And 'if' they have created ways to isolate themselves...
To others they have given to them a gift!
And I am grateful to them for this.
'I like very much,
That effort you made.
Now...
Can you prove you can stay out of my way?
And leave,
Not take...
Those resources that are mine.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None That We Deemed Qualified
When an environment sustains,
An on the verge of 'potential' level and remains there...
With few gains developed to move forward for decades.
And stays unchanged and stagnant...
As if in a holding pattern awaiting to land.
While seen behind the scenes are discovered...
Those chosen and recommended,
And employed to be the best of innovators...
Overheard in their debates,
What they believe it will take to benefit the environment.
With a diversity much like that which is enjoyed,
And found in their suburban communities.
To produce within an urban center to replicate 'their' comforts.
At the expense of destroying the flavor and relocating the people,
Who created the popularity of the environment in the first place.
With a luxurizing done believed to appeal to those seeking,
Bits and teases of variety, a few ethnic faces and a cultural display...
Of diverse and accepted cuisine.
'This project is nearing completion,
And no one has expressed and interest in it at all.'
~Who was on the committee? ~
'Doctors, lawyers and ivy league school scholars.'
~Anyone from the local community? ~
'None that we deemed qualified with 'our' vision.'
~Well...
Have you thought that the reason to be,
Your success at achieving overwhelming failure?
Just a thought.
You are catering to the 'people', aren't you? ~
'Well, yes.
A certain class of people.'
~Don't you think it strange that those 'class' of people,
Find your attempts to attract them...
Boring? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Painful Of An Activity
One day people will stop,
Beating their heads up against a wall.
And realize that steel and concrete,
Are not created to expose one's intelligence that way.
It's too painful of an activity!
Nor do those trappings enclose,
Where the process of creative thought is done.
Some are confused when seeking to identify progress.
And realize it too late,
When the ones they should have appreciated...
Have been in their own environment but dismissed.
How is a forgiving recovery,
Be restoring enough to rebuild a greatness from this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Torch' Relay Hits Town
From many miles around, the people came
To catch a glimpse of the Olympic Flame.
The Torch was the focus of a huge celebration:
It visited places the whole length of the nation.
The excited crowds began to steadily flock
In to the town centre at around three o'clock.
As crowds waited to see the lucky Torchbearers,
They agreed that the weather could not be fairer.
Local children were given the day off from school:
They all considered that this was really quite cool!
Many of the local roads were temporarily closed:
A nightmare for motorists, this arrangement posed.
I felt disappointed that I had to work on that day,
But to the doorway of our shop, I made my way.
I could hear the assembled crowd's excited cheers,
And I knew that the Torch must be drawing near.
I could hear horns blowing and whistles shrieking,
But it was the Torch itself which my eyes were seeking.
The Torchbearer, who I saw, looked extremely proud
As he ran, with flame in hand, past the waiting crowd.
The people, who had cameras, merrily clicked away,
Capturing images of the Torch, on that historic day.
Within the town, there was a wonderful atmosphere:
There was a mood of celebration mixed with cheer.
Down the High Street, the Torchbearer dashed:
The historic moment was over, as quick as a flash.
But within my heart, I felt a sense of satisfaction
That I had been lucky enough to glimpse the action.
I thought that the Torch itself looked really quite smart:
Its golden honeycomb design was a real work of art.
After the Torch had passed, the crowd then dispersed,
And I set about capturing the historic moment in verse!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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If anyone thinks that Jews can steal into the land of their fathers, he is deceiving either himself or others. Nowhere is the coming of Jews so promptly noted as in the historic home of the Jews, for the very reason that it is the historic home.
quote by Theodor Herzl
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Bogus Floaters
Bogus floaters rise like puff pastry.
The texture is a bit flaky and overdone with yeast.
But as long as the center sustains a sweetness,
Who today would care there is a lacking of substance?
None at its core to eat that keeps this stuff puffed up,
And above that which does maintain a taste...
To be acclaimed as credible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In order to fully realise our aspirations, we must create in the masses of the people the sense of sacrifice and responsibility that has been the characteristic of the anarchist movement throughout its historic development in Spain.
quote by Frederica Montseny
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Staying Power
Being an 'absentee' anything these days,
Is easier to do and accept...
Than to argue with those,
Awakening with accountable attitudes confessed.
As they attempt to hold others responsible for their neglect.
With a demanding to have them verify...
Proof of their involvement,
Long before maturity became a fashionable thing to do.
And be.
An aging process faced upon them descends.
With a guilt riding within them,
To show a doing of 'something' beneficial that validates.
Other than entertaining their time away,
Addressing themselves in social circles to impress.
And today...
Comparing substance and what is valued?
Those ideals portrayed from a vanishing yeaterday,
Has had little staying power to immulate a significance...
To leave as something achieved as concrete and specifically done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poison Love
The all exits and entrances past me
Leave two choices before me
I have too choose none or both
The dilemma acts as a poison on my mind
Unable to grab the memories, I lack
Graced by god! Heaven is mine, I could say
I have both failure and past thus I have
The hindrance created by the hampering talent
Leaves me nowhere! I have to give a fresh start
Thus, on my mind, That poison acts as a foe
I had the wrath, without my love, on me
Poison-her love-is that poison of sea
That is now and there killing inside me.
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Typically, an historic site is considered by the National Park Service to contain a single historical feature, while generally a National Historic Park extends beyond single properties or buildings.
quote by Rick Renzi
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Not One to Contemplate Exactness
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
Like myths and legions created,
To add more flavor to the actual reality.
Instead of sweepers of streets...
Some folks are lead to believe,
They have royalty in their ancestry!
And when someone tells me they know this to be true...
I think of the Quakers and Puritans!
And others who sailed the ocean blue...
To discover a land for me and you!
Please!
And what was that between Queen Isabella,
And Christopher Columbus in 1492?
When she took a 'special' interest in Native Americans!
She bent over backwards...
To have them treated fairly although enslaved them!
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
But,
One has to admit...
A lot of what 'was'
Has been romanticized to glorify,
The truth that did exist!
And who did the twisting to eventually benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil has no substance of its own, but is only the defect, excess, perversion, or corruption of that which has substance.
quote by John Henry Newman
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Historic Phenomenon
There is no Santa Claus
Bearing gifts flying in the skies
with reindeer.
And yet...
These scenes are worshipped!
That revelation may be traumatic for some...
But the statement is true!
There is no Easter Bunny
Nor talking mice
Tarzan
King Kong
Godzilla
Super, spider OR Bat men!
John Wayne? ?
Cowboys and Indians?
Disneyland and Hollywood?
Well...
Some 'truths' have been created,
And have done well!
However...
There is a 'bush' in Washington, D.C.
That is miraculously jumping through hoops,
In the White House!
Unscathed...without a scratch,
Or with a hint of one to come.
And as slick as the oil in Iraq!
This is an historic phenomenon...
beholding us all.
There is no magician greater,
That can create a better illusion...
And keep it sustained to hypnotize all
In complete acceptance of its appearance...
In unconditional awe!
It's 'biblical'...
And the suspense is astounding.
Every scene is a popcorn poppers' dream!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reach us back safe and in tact
Nice to know you will be back
It did not strike me
When you left
That there would be a vacuum around
I did not mark earlier
That you were filling up
Lot many things in our life
And I do not know
Whether such a gap and shallowness
Would be created
If I happen to leave
When you are nearby
Your worth goes unnoticed
And when you are not there
It did not take much time
For me to realize that
Everything around me
Was only you
And as you leave
Everything disappears
It was much longer
Than what time units say
And it was really tough and testing
For me to manage and
Live with your absence
How nice to know
You will soon be back
It has already started
Showing up that
You are there
With everything around
Brightening up and waiting for
Your magic touch which
Helps them glitter
Winds cooled down to greet you
On your arrival
Sun is less harsh
Clear night sky
Holds a bright moon
That spews additional chillness
To the already cool night
And the brightest Mars
Shining located very close to the moon
The problem with me, indeed, is
The discomfort of your absence
Has swelled and become less tolerable
As that discomfort
Will soon get eased
As wisdom says
A nearing comfort
Makes an existing discomfort
Highly intolerable
Everyone and everything here
Await your arrival
Reach us back
Safe and in tact
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Papulation Control- A Cinquian Form
Rubber
substance with some substance
no thorough fare for liquids
clean slate makes some sense
eraser
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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What I did was sit down with the Washington State officials, with the historic preservation people, with the tribe, the local community, the port of Port Angeles, and we worked this thing out, and we protected the tribe's interest.
quote by Norm Dicks
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Cathi
Thank you for loving me,
For it was like a historic visit to be with your muse;
And there our hands wrote to explore our gifts.
I nned you like the flower which needs the sun,
With bettter things to add after the job is done;
So, try to rule on this love that i may serve you.
You are Cathi with the muse of love,
And i am glad to meet you my love;
For it was like a historic visit to be with your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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